A dimensional journey starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 611 604. Because you can’t beat me

"He's just a scrappy rookie!"

Before he finished speaking, the wind roared and the sword flashed.

A harsh buzz sounded in his ears, and Kurosaki Ichigo's pupils shrank sharply.

The attack of the man in front of me seemed to be more fierce than before, but...he didn't try his best! ?

The light and shadow were constantly intertwining at the extreme speed. The two Zanpakutos, one large and one small, drew dazzling shadows in the air. The spiritual pressure bursting out from the blades continuously slashed, leaving behind a series of ferocious streaks on the surrounding buildings. Mark of.

"Hey hey hahahaha——"

Madarame Ikkaku laughed wildly and kept swinging the blade.

Although the Zanpakuto in his hand can be described as 'slender' compared to Kurosaki Ichigo, the gap in combat experience allowed him to temporarily suppress Kurosaki Ichigo without any doubt.

Yes, this is only temporary.

Even Madarame Ikkaku himself realizes this, that's why he laughs.

Because this guy in front of me is so interesting.

He clearly looked like an aggressive rookie who could show off his abilities, not like a warrior at all, but the opponent's reaction speed surprised him, and his growth rate was also astonishing. He seemed to have adapted to his own in a short period of time. Attack, and from time to time, he can launch sharp counterattacks that give him a headache.

This skill... almost catches up with him!

"You are so ridiculous!"

For some reason, Kurosaki Ichigo felt inexplicably unhappy when he heard the guy in front of him laugh. He always felt like this guy was looking down on him again.

Just now, this guy actually used him as a foil? This was the first time he had seen such a narcissistic bald head!

"Boy! You are very good! You can almost compete with me! I am very curious, you are obviously a rookie, and it seems too flattering to say that you rely on 'instinct', so - who is your teacher?"

Madarame's attack continued unabated.

"Stop it!"

Ichigo Kurosaki curled his lips disdainfully, with a look of displeasure on his face, "I don't know if that guy is my teacher. He only taught me fighting skills for ten days! How about it?! How long have you been practicing like a bald ass? Even me Can’t catch up in ten days!?”

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

After hearing this, Madarame Ikkaku laughed instead of getting angry. He laughed and continued to slash. He was obviously holding an extremely fragile-looking Zanpakutō, but he used it even more brutally than the giant blade in Kurosaki Ichigo's hand. .

The fierce offensive seemed to completely abandon defense and focus only on offense. For a moment, Kurosaki Ichigo was completely suppressed by this terrifying momentum.

"Boy, stop being so arrogant! I just complimented you a few times. Do you really think you are very powerful?"

"You call that a compliment!? Bastard baldhead!"

"##!! I said yes! Appreciate it, you brat!"

Madarame stepped away with a wild laugh and raised his other hand, which was the scabbard of his Zanpakuto.

"I heard that you can be taught like this in ten days, so who is that guy?"

"His name is Urahara Kisuke. What?"

Kurosaki Ichigo's eyes became more wary when he saw the change in the opponent's posture.

He is different now from when he fought with Renji Abarai. He already knows that the God of Death can only show his true intentions after calling out his Zanpakutō's name.

In other words, the bald man in front of him had never used all his strength before.

"!?"

Upon hearing this name, the smile on Madarame's face instantly froze.

A figure full of oppression appeared in his memory. It was Urahara Kisuke who was wearing the captain's haori when he was still the captain.

But soon, he grinned again, "I see, it's him!"

"What? Do you know that guy?"

Kurosaki Ichigo frowned.

However, Madarame Ikkaku did not answer, but the aura on his body suddenly turned aside, and his spiritual pressure rose sharply.

"In this case... it would be too rude to him to kill you hastily."

As he spoke, he slammed the raised scabbard against the hilt of Zanpakuto 1 and spliced ​​the two together.

"Grow longer! Kitomaru!"

With the chanting of Liberation Language, the scabbard and the entire sword instantly merged into one, and the original Japanese sword turned into a weapon like a spear.

"gun!?"

Kurosaki Ichigo thought the same thing when he first saw this weapon.

He took a few steps back cautiously, because he knew without thinking that Changqiao's attack range was farther than the blade in his hand, and he would be stabbed if he didn't stand farther away.

However, he didn't seem to react. Once he distanced himself, he couldn't attack the opponent.

"Ha! Are you scared? But I don't have time to surprise you now! Ichigo!"

Seeing Ichigo Kurosaki's subconscious retreat, the smile on Madarame's face grew even bigger.

A rookie is indeed a rookie.

"I'm about to get fucked! Don't make mistakes!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward suddenly. The long-handled weapon he held in his hand no longer slashed as before, but completely changed to a straight thrust attack.

Faced with the sudden change in the offensive, Kurosaki Ichigo felt a little embarrassed for a while, but it was not impossible to cope with it.

"Who are you looking down on!?"

He kept using the Zanpakutō in his hand to deflect the opponent's stabs, with a smile on his face, "With this distance, I can see your attacks clearly! How could you miss it!?"

"Ha. You are wrong!"

A strange smile appeared on Madarame's face, as if his evil plan had succeeded.

"What?"

Seeing the smile on the other person's face, Kurosaki Ichigo was slightly stunned.

He immediately realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

"Split it, Kitomaru!"

Following Madarame Ikkaku's call, the shape of the spear-like Zanpakuto changed again.

"jingle--"

The sound of chains colliding sounded, and the spear that was originally one piece suddenly split into three sections connected by chains!

"That's what I mean when I say 'don't take your eyes off'!"

Madarame Ikkaku laughed wildly, and the hand holding the Zanpakutō slightly pulled horizontally. The Zanpakutō that was originally thrust suddenly changed its direction, because the sudden change in shape made the attack trajectory unpredictable.

puff--

A hideous wound instantly appeared on Kurosaki Ichigo's right arm holding the sword. His arm suddenly lost strength and the Zanpakutō fell to the ground.

"Haha. How about it, boy!?"

Seeing Kurosaki Ichigo's embarrassed appearance, Madarame did not pursue the victory, but began to taunt again, "My Oni Toumaru is not a gun! It is a three-section stick! It hurts, right!? Is your hand connected with a knife now?" Can’t hold it anymore!?”

"..."

Kurosaki Ichigo ignored the other party's taunts, silently picked up Zangetsu, and wrapped his own arm with the bandage originally wrapped around the knife handle to fix the injured hand and the knife handle together.

"Okay," after doing all this, he raised his head and looked at Madarame in front of him, "You Shinigami are really despicable. Not only do you carry wound medicine with you, but you also use this method to attack."

"Hmph, you know nothing, this is called wisdom!"

Madarame Ikkaku retorted.

"It doesn't matter, the rest has just begun."

boom--

Before he finished speaking, Kurosaki Ichigo's figure disappeared from where he was.

Madarame noticed that the person in front of him had disappeared, and suddenly felt a dangerous aura falling from the sky, and subconsciously dodge sideways.

The Zanpakutō with violent spiritual pressure fell suddenly, creating a ferocious crack in the high wall behind him.

"Is this your power? Kid."

Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but have a ferocious smile on his face again.

This is what makes it interesting! If he was solved so easily by himself, how could he be that man's disciple?

"What are you talking about? This is just a warm-up."

Kurosaki Ichigo turned his head expressionlessly, blood dripping down the wound on his temple. However, this time he did not wipe it with his hands, but allowed the blood to stain his eye red.

The blood-red pupils revealed a fervent fighting spirit.

"It's about time you couldn't hold the knife!"

As he spoke, he slowly raised the Zangetsu in his hand and pointed it at the enemy in front of him.

"hehe……"

Hearing this, Madarame moved his hand and felt the three-knuckle stick chuckle, "You are very arrogant. Ichigo."

"Where do you get your confidence!?"

The unpredictable blade came to Kurosaki Ichigo again.

Kurosaki Ichigo stared intently at the three-section stick with a blade at the end, trying to see clearly its dancing trajectory.

But unfortunately, with the vibration of Madarame Ikkaku's arm, every time Kurosaki Ichigo saw the trajectory clearly, the trajectory began to change again the next moment.

"Too slow! Too slow! Ichigo!"

Madarame stepped forward excitedly.

The attack moves have changed again. The spear is standing at a certain distance and constantly piercing, but the three-section stick is different. It can be used near or far and is more flexible.

Seeing Kurosaki Ichigo's eyes locked on his blade, he couldn't help but laugh.

"If you only care about the blade, you will suffer big losses!"

As he spoke, he held the front two sections of the stick to block Kurosaki Ichigo's Zanpakutō, got closer, and then moved the last section of the stick towards Kurosaki Ichigo's head.

boom--

Judging from the feel, the long stick definitely hit the target, and Kurosaki Ichigo's was indeed knocked away by the powerful force.

Seeing this scene, a calm smile appeared on Madarame's face, "How is it!? Are you just a tough talker? Oni Toumaru's attacks are ever-changing, you really can't keep up with them as a rookie, right?"

"Oh? Is that really true?"

Kurosaki Ichigo sneered as he stood up slowly.

"!?"

Madarame suddenly looked at Kurosaki Ichigo's hand.

What fell from the slowly opened hand was... the red tassel hanging from the end of his Zanpakutō.

This kid, while blocking the blow with his hand, he also plucked his hair! ?

No, it's more than that.

Madarame glanced sharply at the end of Onitomaru.

Not only was the red tassel pulled out, but there were also signs of cracks at the end of the long stick.

Although his Kitomaru did give up defense in exchange for powerful attack power, he was able to block and damage Kitomaru with just his arms...

This kid is a little too outrageous, right?

"I've almost figured out your way."

Kurosaki Ichigo lightly patted the dust on his body, a smile appeared on his face, "Next, you have to take over!"

With that said, Kurosaki Ichigo's figure disappeared from the sight of Madarame, who was stunned.

"So fast!" Madarame's eyes showed a bit of horror.

Could it be that this kid has been hiding his strength before?

Or...he has completed his 'growth' in a short period of time! ?

Seeing that the Zanpakutō was close at hand, all Madarame Ikkaku could do in time was to raise Kitomaru to defend himself.

But he seems to have forgotten one thing, that is, what his Kidenmaru is worst at is defense...

Click——

puff--

There was a crisp cracking sound, and then blood spurted out.

Oni Toumaru snapped in response, and then a hideous wound appeared on Madarame Ikkaku's chest.

"Damn..." Madarame Ikkaku gasped, looking at the scars on his chest in surprise and couldn't help cursing secretly.

He was too careless. How could he break his Zanpakutō and be injured like this by such a brat...

"But... I can still hold the sword!"

As he spoke, the smile on his face became more ferocious, he held the broken Kitomaru in his hand and said with a ferocious expression, and walked step by step in the direction of Kurosaki Ichigo.

Tick-tock——

Blood kept dripping.

It turns out that not everyone is as durable as Kurosaki Ichigo.

The characteristics of a Zanpakutō are often determined by the characteristics of the owner. Madarame Ikkaku himself is similar to his Oni Toumaru and is a type of high-defense paper defense.

"call--"

"How is it possible...that it's over like this!?"

Although he looked terrifying, Madarame Ikkaku was already out of breath before taking two steps.

"You want me to be unable to hold the sword!? Unless you cut off my hands and feet! There is no other way!"

"Put away your sword."

Kurosaki Ichigo frowned and looked at Madarame Ikkaku, who was even more showy than himself.

The winner has been decided, and there is no point in continuing to fight.

He came here just to save Rukia.

"I do not want."

Madarame waved the Oni Toumaru in his hand with a stubborn look on his face.

"What do you mean you don't want to!? The outcome has been decided! You should know very well! You have already lost!"

Facing the oncoming Madarame Ikkaku, Kurosaki Ichigo tightened his grip on his Zanpakutō.

To be honest, he actually doesn't hate the 'narcissistic idiot' in front of him. After what happened at the Danfang, he knows that the 'Reaper' in Soul Society does not seem to be as 'ruthless' as he imagined. Like Rukia...even though she is a 'god of death', most people should be able to get along with her. Guys as ruthless as the hedgehog-headed and facially paralyzed man should be in the minority.

(Abarai Renji:???

Kuchiki Byakuya:……)

"What are you talking about...boy!"

A crazy smile appeared on Madarame's face, "Since you have come to the battlefield, you should know... The outcome of victory or defeat is only life or death! I, Madarame's third seat, Madarame, am not... a coward who will bow his head here! "

With that said, Madarame Ikkaku dragged his seriously injured body and used his last strength to launch a final fierce attack on Kurosaki Ichigo.

"..."

Kurosaki Ichigo looked at the idiot coming from the side in silence.

"Is this so? In your opinion... the only outcome is life and death? Stupid!

He's dead at every turn! These guys... what do they all think of life! ?

You want me, a high school student, to help you understand the battlefield? What are you thinking about? ?

All I know is that here - victory or defeat is determined by me!

Why? Because you can't beat me! So I have the final say! "